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TOWSER DOG’S STORY. 

By AMY PRENTICE. 

Last week, on that day when it rained so hard, 
your Aunt Amy sat by the window looking out 



at the trees, from the branches of which the water 
ran in tiny streams, and wishing the sun would 
peep out ever so feebly, for she wanted to go 
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down to the pond, where it was possible some of 
her bird or animal friends might be found. 

It was useless to wish, however, for the clouds 
gave no signs of being willing to let the sun look 
out even for the tiniest bit of a minute, and the 
rain came down in such big drops that it would 
have been like taking a shower bath with one’s 
clothes on, to venture out from the shelter of the 
house. 

Just when your Aunt Amy had made up her 
mind that r she would be forced to spend the day 
alone, the door of her room was pushed open, and 
in walked Mr. Towser Dog. 

“ I suppose you think it is too wet to go down 
to the pond to-day ? ” he said, as he stretched him- 
self at full length on the rug, as if he had come to 
make a long visit. 

“ Don’t you think it is ? ” your Aunt Amy 
asked, and he replied, as he looked up with what 
was very like a laugh : 

“ Not a bit of it. Suppose you do get a little 
water on you, what’s to prevent your shaking 
it off?” 

Your Aunt Amy tried to explain that water 
would not shake from cloth as it does from an 
animal’s hair ; but Mr. Towser did not appear to 


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understand her, and gave over making any effort 
to do so, as he said : 

“ How will you get along if you can’t hear some 
of old Mr. Crow’s poetry ? Everybody around 
this farm has been singing it to you for the last 
three or four weeks, and it seems as if you must 
like it wonderfully well.” 

“ One would think you were jealous of Mr. 
Crow,” your Aunt Amy said with a hearty laugh, 
and Mr. Towser Dog replied sharply : 

“ Well, I’m not ; but it does make me angry to 
see everybody around here listening to him as if 
he was the wisest bird that ever lived, when he is 
an idle, good-for-nothing fellow, who will steal 
anything he can lay his claws on. Yes, I know 
that is a harsh statement ; but there are plenty on 
this farm who will agree with what I say.” 

“Did you ever see him steal anything, Mr. 
Towser ? ” your Aunt Amy asked. 

“ Indeed I have,” Mr. Towser said quickly. “ I 
caught him digging up corn which Mr. Man had 
worked very hard to plant, and if he hadn’t had 
wings he’d been a dead crow that day ; but he 
flew too high for me. Then didn’t he walk 
straight up to Mr. Rover Dog, when the poor 
fellow was tied so that he couldn’t get at the 


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villain, and steal a bone, making the matter a good 
deal worse by repeating some of his cheap poetry 
at the same time ? ” 


WHEN MR CROW STOLE A BONE. 

“ Do crows eat bones ? ” your Aunt Amy asked 
in surprise. 

“That’s what I don’t know; but I’m sure he 
stole one from Mr. Rover Dog,” and Mr. Towser 
rose to his feet as if excited. 

“ Suppose you tell me the story ? ” your Aunt 
Amy suggested. “ I am certain you could be as 
entertaining as any of the animals I have met, if 
you were so disposed.” 

“ There isn’t any story to it — that is, none worth 
telling,” Mr. Towser growled. “ Mr. Man had 
tied Mr. Rover to a stake so’s to be certain of 
finding him when he wanted to go out hunting 
for old Bunny Rabbit, and gave him a nice bone 
with which to amuse himself. Mr. Rover says he 
hadn’t even begun to gnaw off the meat, and there 
was quite a lot on the bone, when along came that 
miserable crow, who sat right up on his tail and 
said as bold as brass : 


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“ 4 My name is Jim Crow ; 

What a beautiful bone I 
I live near here, you know; 

My name is Jim Crow.’ 

“ Mr. Rover jumped at the villain, and in so 
doing knocked the bone two or three inches nearer 
Mr. Crow, who picked it up as quick as a wink, 
and said as he sailed off : 



Mr. Crow Visits Mr. Rover. 

44 4 Thanks awfully, you know. 
Oh dear, how you groan ! 
My name is Jim Crow ; 

It’s a beautiful bone ! ’ 


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“ Now if that isn’t stealing, I’d like to ask what 
it is ? ” and Mr. Towser looked up as if he knew 
exactly what the answer would be, adding before 
your Aunt Amy could reply, “ It was the same 
kind of business that made trouble on this very 
farm last year, before you came here.” 

THE TRAMP DOG’S VISIT. 

“ Will you tell me about it ? ” your Aunt Amy 
asked, not caring to answer the question Mr. 
Towser had asked, because then it could be said 
that she had really called Mr. Crow a thief, al- 
though she knew very well he had acted dishon- 
estly with Mr. Rover. 

“ Yes, I had just as soon tell you the story, for 
I’ve nothing to do until the storm clears away, 
when Mr. Man wants me to go after the sheep,” 
and Mr. Towser settled himself more comfortably 
on the rug, as if prepared to remain a long while. 
“ Last year we had a Mr. Lion Dog on this farm, 
and it was his business to walk around nights 
looking after the cattle and fowls, for at that time 
there were a good many idle dogs and foxes near- 
about, who would make trouble if they got the 
chance. 



“ I’m only looking over the place; 
a grin. Page u. 


’ said the Tramp Dog with 
Towser Dog. 



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u Of course Mr. Man kept him chained to a big 
log of wood during the day-time, for fear he might 
bite some of the children, and then his place was 
down near the road, at the beginning of the path 
which leads up to the house. Both Mr. Rover 
Dog and I were living here at that time. 

“Well, one morning along came another Dog, 
who claimed to belong to the very best family in 
the country, and said he was traveling for his 
health ; but I had my suspicions of him because 
he carried his tail between his legs in a way no 
honest dog would be guilty of doing. 

“ He talked with Mr. Lion quite a while, asking 
all manner of questions, till he found that Mr. 
Rover and I were only expected to drive the cattle 
and sheep, with nothing to do about the house, 
and then he grew more bold. I found him sneak- 
ing around one of the sheds, where a stranger had 
no business to be, and asked what he was doing 
there. 

“ 4 I’m only looking over the place,’ he said with 
a grin. ‘ l 7 m not so certain but that I shall come 
here to live, if everything pleases me.’ 

“ 1 But Mr. Man doesn’t need another dog on the 
farm,’ I said in surprise, and he replied, as if he 
knew a good deal more about the place than I did : 


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“ ‘Your Mr. Lion appears to be a cross-grained 
dog, and I’ve been told that Mr. Man would like 
to have a more pleasant fellow around, so that he 
needn’t have the trouble of chaining him up every 
day.’ 

“ I couldn’t say that this stranger was telling 
what wasn’t true, for I’d never heard Mr. Man 
talk about it ; but I felt badly, because Mr. Lion 
and I were very good friends, and I hoped he 
would stay with us a long while. Well, that very 
day when Mr. Rover and I went up to the stable 
for dinner, we found nothing but empty dishes, 
and Mamma Speckle declared she saw the house- 
maid come out of the kitchen with plenty of food 
for us.” 

“That night the same thing happened, and Mr. 
Rover and I went to bed hungry after having done 
our full duty in cattle-driving. Before it was time 
for Mr. Lion to be let loose for the night, the 
strange dog disappeared, and we saw nothing more 
of him till after we came back from driving the 
cows to pasture. Then our dishes were empty 
again, and the fellow who claimed to come from 
such a good family, was lying in the sun as if he 
bad eaten more than was wholesome for him. 

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understand the whole business, and we told Mr. 
Lion all we believed. Then we gnawed and 
scratched at his chain till it was unfastened, and 
hid in the stable were we could see the house- 
maid when she brought our dinner. It all came 
about as we expected ; the visitor, who claimed to 
be of such a good family, began to eat up our 
dinner as soon as the girl’s back was turned, and 
then Mr. Lion did his portion of the work. In 
less than a minute Mr. Stranger was about as well 
done for as the bully who tried to lead little 
Poodle astray, and went up the road howling as if 
there was nothing left of him but his voice.” 

“What about the bully who led the poodle as- 
tray ? ” your Aunt Amy asked, seeing that Mr. 
Towser was in the mood for story-telling. 


WHEN LITTLE POODLE WAS TEMPTED. 

“ He didn’t lead him astray, for little Poodle 
had too much good sense,” Mr. Towser replied. 
“ He tried to, and afterward came to a bad end. 
The story is in poetry ; but Mr. Crow didn’t write 
it, else you wouldn’t hear me reciting it. This is 
the way it goes : 


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“ Oh, come with me,” said the big doggie, 

As he winked with his eye that was dotted 
He had, they say, a fascinating way 
Of seeming to be kind when he plotted. 



Giving Bad Advice. 


The little dog good said he wished he could, 
But mamma “ No, no,” had told him. 

He was very much afraid, if away he strayed, 
That mamma would surely scold him. 

“ If only you yield, and come out in the field,” 
Said the big dog, whispering low, 


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“ There’s a wee little mouse for you to touse, 
And a bird to chase, I’ll show.” 

With a yearning sigh, and a soft “ Oh, my ! ” 
The little dog pricked up his ears. 

There was fun alive, could he contrive 
To elude his mother’s fears. 



A Good Little Dog’s Dinner. 


The tempter wily his chops licked slyly, 

And added, in accents thick : 

« Down by the stone there’s a great, big bone 
For you and me to pick.” 


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Then the little dog moral he scented a quarrel ; 

“ Oh, no ; my ma,” said he, 

“ Told me I ought to Void him who sought 
To pick a bone with me.” 

So the wise dog stayed and his ma obeyed, 

For he truly had found the reason 
Of the big dog’s bribe, who was one of that tribe 
That delights in fights and treason. 

And the little dog sage lived a good old age, 

While he fed on pie and liver ; 

But the big dog squabbled on a bridge that wabbled, 
And was drowned in the roaring river. 



When the Big Dog Squabbled. 


“That is very good poetry, Mr. Towser. Do 
you know who made it ? ” your Aunt Amy asked. 

“Yes, and it wasn’t Mr. Crow, as I told you be- 
fore. I’ve got some verses that were written about 


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me, and more that tells of what Mr. Rover did ; 
they are all better than ever Mr. Crow could make 
up. You’ve been hearing so much of his stuff 
lately, that I didn’t know as you’d want to listen 
to anything else.” 

“ But who wrote them ? ” your Aunt Amy in- 
sisted. 

“ Miss Spaniel Dog, down on the next farm. 
She knows a lot of things, and can tell better 
stories than ever that good-for-nothing old Crow 
ever heard. That’s where Mr. Spot Dog lives, 
who was nearly killed by Mr. Man’s two little girl 
babies.” 

WHEN MR. SPOT WAS ABUSED. 

“ How large a dog is Mr. Spot ? ” your Aunt 
Amy asked. 

“ About my size, and one of the kindest, gentlest 
fellows you ever met,” Mr. Towser replied, as he 
snapped at a fly who was tickling his nose. 

“ Do you mean to say that two babies very 
nearly killed a dog as large as you ? ” your Aunt 
Amy asked in surprise. 

“That’s the truth,” Mr. Towser said almost 
sharply, as if vexed because the statement was 


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questioned. “ I’ll tell you about it. Mr. Spot is 
quite old, and these two little girls thought he 
ought to haul them around in a wagon that had 
been built for a dog twice his size. It was far too 
heavy, and he much too old for that kind of work, 
so when the children harnessed him, he settled 
right back on his haunches to say that he wouldn’t 
move a step. 

“ 4 1 know how we can make him go,’ Ethel said 
— she is one of the babies, you know. 1 Let’s tie 
a tin can to his tail. Brother Tom makes dogs 
run by doing that.’ 

“ Daisy was the other baby, and she agreed to 
try Brother Tom’s plan, so the two tied a big can 
to Mr. Spot’s tail, and he couldn’t quite understand 
what they were doing. Then, by pulling on the 
reins, the children got Mr. Spot on his feet, and 
when he began to wag his tail he heard a terrible 
rattling just behind him. He turned to see what 
had happened, when the can struck against the 
other side of the wagon, and so it rattled and 
banged as he moved, until the poor fellow was 
thoroughly frightened. 

“ Then Mr. Spot began to run, of course, and 
the faster he went the louder was the noise, which 
made him nearly frantic. The children began to 


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be as frightened as he was ; but it did them no 
good to pull on the reins, and down the road went 
babies, dog and wagon like a noisy flash of light. 



The Runaway. 


“ Just when it almost seemed as if Mr. Spot 
would run right out of his skin, Mr. Man came 
along and caught him by the collar, and then he 
saw the tin can on the poor dog’s tail. 

“ ‘ What have you been doing to Spot ? ’ he 
asked, and his voice didn’t sound very pleasant. 


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“‘We put that can on his tail to make him go, 
and he went too fast , 7 Ethel said, while the tears 
actually ran down into her mouth. 

“ Well, Mr. Man talked to those babies in a 
way that did Mr. Spot solid good, and from that 
day to this they haven’t tied a can to any animal’s 
tail. I can’t understand why children, and 
especially boys, think it is such great fun to abuse 
dogs. If they feel like playing, we are always 
ready, and never hurt one of them, except it might 
be by accident ; but even when they seem to be 
the most friendly, boys will play some trick on a 
dog that hurts him terribly. They remind me, 
sometimes, of the wolves who fell in love with the 
sheep. 

* 

WHEN THE WOLVES FELL IN LOVE. 

u Is it one of Miss Spaniel’s stories % ” your 
Aunt Amy asked, and Mr. Towser replied : 

■“No, I heard this irdm my father, who was 
right on the spot, and knew all about it. It seems 
that he and a friend of his had a big flock of 
sheep to take care of, and if you’d ever done any- 
thing of the kind, you’d know what foolish crea- 
tures they are. It’s of no use to tell them that it 



“ What are you doing here? ” asked the Dog, as the Wolves came up to 
the Sheep. Page 21. Towser Dog. 


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isn’t wise to go there or come here, for even while 
you’re talking, the whole flock will rush after the 
leader, no matter where he goes. 

“Well, my father and his friend had been 
having a hard time of it to keep the wolves from 
killing the sheep ; but they were dogs who knew 
how to do their work, and did it so well that the 
wolves came to understand no stealing could be 
done except it might be by a trick. So they fixed 
up a plan to get the best of my father, and next 
day four of the biggest came marching over to 
where the sheep were eating breakfast. 

“ ‘ What are you doing here ? ’ my father asked, 
as he and his friend did all they could to make 
the foolish sheep stand back out of danger. 

u ‘ We’ve come to tell you that we want to be 
friends,’ one of the wolves said, talking soft as 
porridge, and the sheep crowded up believing 
every word. 

“ 1 I’ve got nothing to say against your being 
friends,’ my father replied, standing ready to make 
a leap if the wolves tried to play any trick ; ‘ but 
the friendship will last longer if you keep well 
out of our way, and the sooner you go back where 
you came from, the better I shall be pleased.’ 

“ 4 You have no right to talk to them in such a 


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manner,’ old Mr. Ram said to ray father. 4 They 
have come in a kindly spirit, and the least we can 
do is to show that we have some idea of polite- 
ness.’ 

44 4 There won’t be anything very polite happen, 
if you give one of those villains a chance to set 
his teeth in your throat,’ my father said, and a 
wolf interrupted . 

44 4 1 am glad to see, Mr. Ram, that you are so 
well bred. These dogs try to make it appear as 
if necessary for them to watch us closely, so that 
Mr. Man shall think they are earning their food ; 
but if you and I could have a few moments’ talk 
in private, I would show you that there is no 
reason to fear us.’ 

44 Well, would you believe it, that foolish old 
Mr. Ram insisted on going off with Mr. Wolf to 
hear what he had to say, and the rest of the flock 
agreed that he couldn’t do any less, else they 
might be accused of not knowing how to act 
politely. My father and his friend said all they 
could against it ; but Mr. Ram held out that he 
was right, and off he marched, my father saying 
as he went : 

44 4 It is certain that this is the last time you will 
act foolishly, and your death may show the rest 


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of the flock that it is not safe to trust a wolf, 
however sweetly he talks.’ 

“Mr. Ram went off, and he never came back, 
for when the wolves got him beyond reach of the 
dogs, they killed the old fellow and ate him, which 
was no more than serving him right, as I look at 
the matter.” 

“I quite agree with you, although it is not 
likely that the others of the flock profited very 
much through his death,” your Aunt Amy said. 
“ Did you tell me that Miss Spaniel had written 
some poetry about you \ ” 


MR. TOWSER DOG’S DREAM. 

u Yes, she made up some verses, but I’m sorry 
to say that they are not as good as she could have 
done. I suppose you want to hear them, else you 
wouldn’t have said anything about it, so here 
they are : 


Now, Towser was a goodly dog 
As ever dog was seen. 

At night he dreamed upon a rug, 
At day played upon the green. 


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But Towser had a fancy — My ! 

For cats — ’Twas his delight 
To make the furry creatures fly 
In daytime or in night. 



Mr. Towser painted by Miss Spaniel. 


He chased a pussy down the street, 
’Twas fun for him, “ bow-wow ! ” 
Until the tiny kitten grew 
As big as a big cow. 

Then Towser put his stubby tail 
Between his legs, and run — 

Of course, ’twas only but a dream, 
Still, dreaming’s not all fun. 


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Now, Towser’s friendly to the cats, 

Says : “ Howdy do, bow-wow ! ” 

I guess it is because be fears 
He’ll meet one like a cow. 

“ Well, what do you think of it ? ” Mr. Towser 
asked as he came to the end, and your Aunt Amy 
replied truthfully : 

“ It isn’t very much better than some which Mr. 
Crow writes ; but is it true that you had such a 
dream ? ” 



u Yes, that part of it is a fact, and I haven’t 
chased any cats since. Why, do you know that 
miserable Mr. Crow says I’m afraid of even a kitten, 
and goes around showing a picture of me feeding 
a cat. As if I’d do such a thing. A fellow can 


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stop worrying any one who is smaller than him- 
self, without being a fool, I hope. Yes, I’ve got 
a copy of the thing, but there isn’t any sense in 
showing such a daub. 1 ’ 

Without waiting to be coaxed, however, Mr. 
Towser went out into the shed, returning a mo- 
ment later with a picture of which the one above 
is an exact copy : 

“ I suppose that old Crow thinks he can make 
pictures as well as verses ; but Miss Spaniel beats 
him out and out at both. I’ll show you one of 
Mr. Rover which she made, and at the same time 
tell you what a joke he played on Mamma Speckle. 

WHEN MAMMA SPECKLE LOST AN EGG. 

“One day Mamma Speckle began to sing, 4 Cut 
— cut — cut dah ! ’ and we all knew she had laid 
another egg, making the same kind of a fuss over 
it she always did, as if no other hen in the yard 
could do half as much. 

44 Now Mr. Rover is very fond of eggs ; but Mr. 
Man never allows him to have any. When 
Mamma Speckle began to cackle so loud, the idea 
came into his head that here was a chance to get 
what he liked without breaking any of the rules 


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which Mr. Man had laid down, and, going over to 
where the hen stood, he growled : 

“ 4 You make as much fuss about your old egg 
as though the shell was filled with grain.’ 

“ 4 Cut — cut — cut dah ! I don’t know but it is 
filled with grain,’ Mamma Speckle cried. 



Mr. Rover Dog. 


u 4 Let’s open it and see,’ Mr. Rover said, trying 
to make it appear that he wasn’t very greatly 
interested in it. Here’s the picture of him which 


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Miss Spaniel made, but it doesn’t look a bit 
like him. 

“Well, at first, Mamma Speckle wouldn’t listen 
to Mr. Rover’s idea of breaking the egg, and said 
quite decidedly : 

“ 4 Oh, no, eggs mustn’t be opened until I have 
sat on them three weeks, and then the loveliest 
fluffy chicks will come out of them.’ 

“ 4 But this one may be full of grain, and that 
wouldn’t hatch into a chicken, you know. I’ll 
break it with my paw, and then you can have a 
feast.’ 

“ Mamma Speckle stepped back a little ways as 
if to say she was willing, and Mr. Rover broke 
the egg. Of course you know what it looked like, 
and in a minute Mr. Rover knew what it tasted 
like. Poor old Mamma Speckle ! She gazed at 
the broken shell, and the white and yellow of the 
egg on the grass, as if she feared it might not be 
possible for her to lay another, and Mr. Rover, 
never stopping to think of the trouble which Mr. 
Spot had gotten into through greediness, smacked 
his lips in content.” 

“ What happened to Mr. Spot ? ” your Aunt 
Amy asked, when Mr. Towser ceased speaking as 
if he was done with story-telling. 


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HOW MR SPOT WAS PUNISHED FOR 
BEING GREEDY. 

“ There isn’t any story to it,” Mr. Towser said 
thoughtfully ; “but I may as well tell you what 
happened. You must know that Mr. Spot is very 
fond of sweet things, and one day, when Mrs. 
Man, who lives at Mr. Spot’s home, was making 
preserves, she put a jar half -full on the door-step 
to cool. 

“ Mr. Spot didn’t chance to have any business 
on hand just then, so he strolled over to see what 
was in the jar, and, of course, soon found out that 
he could have a very nice luncheon if it should be 
possible for him to get his head inside. He 
pushed and jammed to get his ears through the 
opening, otherwise he couldn’t reach the sweets 
with his nose, and finally contrived to do as he 
wanted. 

“ It didn’t take him long to lap up all that was 
inside the jar, and then he tried to pull his head 
out again ; but the rim around the top clung to 
his ears, and, struggle as he might, it was not pos- 
sible to get free. He began to be frightened, and 
ran here and there, with the jar covering all his 
head, looking like some strange monster. Then 


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Mrs. Man saw him, and she screamed in fear, beg- 
ging her husband to come and save her life. 



“ Mr. Man rushed out with his gun, and it was 
only by the narrowest chance that he didn’t shoot 
Mr. Spot at once ; but, luckily, at the very moment 
when he was going to fire, one of the servants 


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cried out that it was only a dog with his head 
inside the preserve jar, and Mr. Man laid down 
the gun to get a hammer. 

“ The only way to help Mr. Spot out of his 
trouble was to break the jar, and the poor fellow 
got two or three pretty hard blows on the head 
before this could be done ; but it cured him of 
ever wanting any more preserves. It’s a pity 
something wouldn’t happen to break Mr. Rover 
of straying from home as he does.” 

WHAT THE DOG REALLY DID IN 
THE MANGER. 

u Mr. Towser, did you ever hear the very old 
story of the dog in the manger, who would neither 
eat nor allow the horses to do so ? ” your Aunt 
Amy asked, and Mr. Towser replied sharply : 

a I’ve heard it as you mean, and again as it 
really was. It’s a great pity that people can’t tell 
a story as it is, without twisting all the truth 
from it ! ” 

“ Then you don’t believe that it happened as is 
told ?” your Aunt Amy asked. 

“ I surely do not ! ” and Mr. Towser spoke very 
loudly. “ Why, the dog about whom they tell 


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that story was Mr. Spot’s own great-grandfather, 
and of course Mr. Spot knows exactly how it all 
happened.” 

“ I would like to hear how he tells the story,” 
your Aunt Amy said, and Mr. Towser did not 
hesitate to gratify her. 

“ The true way of it was this,” he began. “ Mr. 
Spot’s great-grandfather worked on a farm nearly 
as large as this, and it was his business to look 
after the stables. One morning the horses were 
turned out into the yard that they might get 
something to drink before having breakfast, and 
every one knows that the proper way to begin the 
day is by taking a few mouthfuls of water. Then 
one of the stable boys filled the manger with 
grain, and went away to attend to some other 
work. > 

“ The horses came back as soon as he had gone, 
thinking it would be possible to make pigs of 
themselves by eating all that had been brought 
in, before the boy returned ; but Mr. Spot’s great- 
grandfather knew that Mr. Man did not allow any 
such actions, so he jumped into the manger and 
told them to go out into the yard again until the 
groom came. 

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please,’ the oldest Mr. Horse said, as he came up 
to the manger bold as a lion. 

“ ‘ You shan’t have a mouthful until after get- 
ting a drink, and not then, unless -the groom gives 
the word. I’ll bite your noses if you come any- 
where near me.’ 

“ Then they all got angry, and old Mr. Horse 
cried, as if he owned the grain and the whole 
stable : 

“ ‘ If you don’t get out of there, we’ll tell Mr. 
Man that you’re in the manger where you can’t 
eat, and won’t let us have a mouthful.’ 

u ‘You can tell whatever you please; but I 
shall stay right here, for I’m attending to my 
business, wdiile you’re trying to get more than 
belongs to you,’ Mr. Spot’s great-grandfather 
cried. 

“ Just then the groom arrived, and he made the 
horses go out for water, not allowing them a 
mouthful of grain until they came up to the man- 
ger in proper order. What’s more, he patted Mr. 
Spot’s great-grandfather on the head, and told 
him he was one dog in a thousand; but those 
miserable horses spread the report everywhere, 
that he sat in the manger simply to prevent them 

from eating.” 

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“ I am glad to learn the truth of the story, for 
it is believed that the dog stayed in the manger 
to vex the horses, instead of being there because 
it was his duty,” your Aunt Amy said, and Mr. 
Towser replied quickly : 

WHEN MR. ROYER RAN AWAY. 

“All us animals know just how it was, and now 
you can tell the rest of the people. What ? You 
want to know what I meant by Mr. Rover’s going 
away from home very often ? Well, Miss Spaniel 
has set it down in poetry, and as that tells the 
whole story, I’ll repeat it to you : 

Old Rover’s a dog that would never keep still, 

And well named is he, for he roves at his will 
Through meadow and forest, by river and brook, 
Whenever his master’s too busy to look. 

“ For Rover’s a hunter ! ” his master declares. 
Whenever the dog runs away unawares, 

“ He’s looking for game,” cries the brave little master, 
“ And if you reprove him he runs all the faster.” 

So Rover ran down to the river one day 
When master, at books, was too busy to play, 

And after he cooled his parched tongue with a drink, 
He did as dogs often do — sat down to think. 



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Now what Rover thought — that you never can know, 
But what Rover did, why, the story will show ; 

He looked up the river, then down, fore and aft, 

And then, like a sailor, he leaped on the raft. 

And down the wide river he sailed a good mile, 

As solemn as any old judge all the while, 

Quite sure that no accident could come to him, 

For, like a true sailor, he knew how to swim. 

But the ferryman happened his tricks to discover, 

And he and the master soon captured old Rover, 

And brought him back safely ; but old Rover laughed 
To think he had stolen the ferryman’s raft. 

A VERY FOOLISH DOG. 

“ That is a very good story,” your Aunt Amy 
said, and Mr. Towser added with what was very 
like a laugh : 

“ Do you know, that reminds me of the funniest 
kind of a story which Mr. Spot tells, and if you 
don’t mind I’ll repeat it to you. It seems that 
over on the next farm there was the most foolish 
dog you ever heard of. He didn’t seem to under- 
stand anything, and one day when he saw a poor 
fellow racing down the street with a tin can tied 
to his tail, he asked Mr. Spot why he was running 
so fast. 


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44 4 He is in a hurry to get somewhere, and had 
that can put on to make him go fast,’ Mr. Spot 
said with a wink of his eye which the foolish dog 
didn’t understand. 4 It’s all the style now, and 
the larger the can the faster it makes you go. It’s 
a regular automobile.’ 

44 4 That surely is fine,’ the foolish dog cried. 4 1 
believe I’ll try it, if you’ll find a big can.’ 

44 Mr. Spot got a tin pail, and tied it to the end 
of the foolish dog’s tail. 



44 The foolish dog started down the road with 
the pail banging along behind him. At every 
leap the thing would give him a good, hard bump, 
and at every bump he would go faster, till he be- 


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came so frightened that he forgot all about having 
asked to have it tied on his tail. 

“Every boy he passed threw stones at him, and 
a woman dashed a lot of water on his back when 
he went near her door. A farmer hit the poor 
fellow with a big lump of earth; a milkmaid 
knocked him over with one of her empty pails, 
and a mule kicked the foolish dog into a pig-pen, 
where the pigs rooted him about till he crawled 
out through a small hole ; but the thing on his 
tail stuck fast between the boards, and he had to 
pull till nearly every hair was scraped off. 

“When Mr. Spot saw him again he was lying 
on the grass near the stable, trying to get his 
breath, and looking as if he had been having the 
time of his life. 

“ ‘ Did you go fast enough ? ’ Mr. Spot asked 
with another wink, and not until then did the 
foolish dog know that a joke had been played on 
him. 

“ Don’t you think it is wicked to tie a tin can, 
or any other thing for that matter, on a dog’s 
tail?” your Aunt Amy asked, and Mr. Towser 
said very decidedly: 

“ Of course I do, and none but very, very cruel 
boys would play such a trick,” 


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“ And yet you think it was a good joke when 
Mr. Spot played the same sort of a wicked game on 
the foolish dog,” your Aunt Amy said sternly, and 
it was some time before Mr. Towser could think of 
a reasonable excuse. Then he said hesitatingly : 



u It’s different with such a dog as they’ve got 
on the next farm. He needs to be treated roughly, 
in order to get a little sense beaten into his head. 
Why, do you know, he actually called on old Mr. 



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Cat, who has spent nearly all his life trying to 
scratch every dog he meets, and went up with his 
paw out, same as Mr. Man does when he sees an 
old friend. 

“ Mr. Cat reached out his paw as if he was glad 
to see the foolish dog, and when the simple fellow 
was thinking he had done just the right thing in 
making a visit, Mr. Cat struck him across the nose 
with all four claws out. Now perhaps you may 
think he wasn’t hurt much ; but it’s a fact that 
the wounds didn’t get over being sore for nearly 
a month, and he never looked natural afterward.” 

“Did it cure him of being foolish ? ” your Aunt 
Amy asked with a laugh, and Mr. Towser Dog’s 
mouth was opened wide with a grin as he said : 

“ I’ve come to believe he’ll never be cured, un- 
less, perhaps, he goes to school to Miss Spaniel a 
couple of years.” 

“ What do you mean by that, Mr. Towser ? ” 
your Aunt Amy asked in surprise, and he seemed 
to think that she should know all about it, as he 
said : 

“ Of course you have seen her school ? ” and she 
replied truthfully : 

“ I have never even heard of such a thing, Mr. 
Towser ; I didn’t know dogs had schools.” 


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u Then you should go over to the next farm and 
see Miss Spaniel when she is teaching the puppies 
how to howl properly. She’s a fine teacher, so 
I’ve heard say, and it’s certain that all the dogs 
there howl in a way most delightful to hear. 



Miss Spaniel’s School. 


u I was telling you of foolish Mr. Ram, who 
went off with the wolves for a private conversa- 
tion, and never came back ; but I had almost for- 
gotten to speak of old Mrs. Sheep, who acted in 
about the same silly way, as I know, because of 
being right there and doing all I could to save 
her life. 


bowser 2)00'$ Stor^ 


41 


WHEN MRS. SHEEP GAVE MR. WOLF A 
DINNER. 

“ One day Mrs. Sheep came to me with tears in 
her eyes, and said that Mr. Wolf had carried away 
one of her twin babies. Now I couldn’t under- 
stand how it had happened, for Mr. Rover and I 
had been taking care of the flock, and hadn’t seen 
any of the Wolf tribe for a long while, so I asked 
her about it. 

“ ‘ I went down by the brook last night, while 
the rest of our family were feeding near-by, and 
Mr. Wolf came up through the bushes, where you 
couldn’t see him,’ she said, whimpering until you 
would have thought that Mr. Rover or I was to 
blame for what had happened. ‘ He told me that 
his wife had just lost one of her litter, who had 
been taken with whooping-cough while teething, 
and was mourning so sadly that he thought it 
might cheer her if one of my dear lambs went to 
see her, because he looked so much like her baby 
who died. It seemed cruel not to give the poor 
thing that much comfort, and when Mr. Wolf 
promised to bring the dear thing right back, I let 
the lamb go with him.’ 

“ ‘ And it hasn’t come back,’ I said angrily, wish- 


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ing I dared put my teeth into the silly sheep’s 
neck and shake her till she had an idea of her 
own foolishness. 4 It seems that you are wholly to 
blame, and what do you expect I can do about it V 

44 4 1 want you to go with me to Mr. Wolfs 
house, so that we can find out why he doesn’t 
keep his promise/ she said, as if it was the regular 
thing for a sheep to call on a wolf. 

44 4 It will end in your going the same way the 
lamb did/ I cried impatiently, not thinking how 
nearly I was telling the truth. 

44 4 He won’t dare to touch me while you are 
near, even if he is that kind of a wolf, which I 
doubt/ she bleated. 

44 Well, I showed myself to be as silly as Mrs. 
Sheep was, by doing what she wanted, and if Mr. 
Man had turned me out of house and home be- 
cause of it, he couldn’t have been blamed. We 
found Mr. Wolf without any trouble, and with 
him the same old hawk who had stolen chickens 
time and time again from our farm. The two 
thieves had come together to hatch some new 
mischief, I suppose. 

44 Mr. Wolf actually laughed when he saw us, 
and I felt like a big fool for having come on such an 
errand, for of course the lamb had been killed and 



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Zomcv Bog's ©tor?. 43 

eaten long before we got there ; but I wasn’t going 
to back out after I’d come so far, and I said to him : 

‘“We have come to get the lamb you took 
from Mrs. Sheep, pretending that it would do 
your wife good to see it.’ 

“ 4 And so it did,’ Mr. Hawk spoke up, as if he 
had a perfect right to open his mouth in the 
presence of decent people. 

“ 4 We’ll get through with this business more 
quickly if you hold your tongue,’ I snapped at 
Mr. Hawk, and Mr. Wolf said, acting as if he was 
the most peaceable animal in the world : 

“ 4 1 hope we shan’t have any trouble, Mr. 
Towser. Mr. Hawk only told the truth when he 
said the dear little lamb’s visit did my wife a 
world of good.’ 

u 1 Where is she now ? ’ Mrs. Sheep bleated. 

“ 4 With my wife/ and Mr. Wolf grinned. 

“ 4 Inside her stomach, I suppose,’ I said, losing 
my temper more than a bit. 

“ 4 Dear, dear, why do you say such cruel 
things?’ Mr. Wolf cried. ‘If Mrs. Sheep will 
come with me, she can see for herself how happy 
the little thing is.’ 

“Now would you believe it? That silly Mrs. 
Sheep was perfectly willing to go with Mr. Wolf, 


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and when I told her again and again that he’d eat 
her as soon as they were where I couldn’t do any- 
thing to prevent it, she declared that he looked and 
spoke like an honest wolf. As if such a thing 
was ever known ! ” 

“Well, what happened?” your Aunt Amy 
asked as Mr. Towser ceased speaking. 

“ I can’t say exactly how the murder was com- 
mitted ; but I do know that Mrs. Sheep never 
came back, and Mr. Wolf had the impudence to 
send me word by one of his cubs, that Mrs. Sheep 
had decided to stay there a while. I went home 
after Mr. Rover; we got Mr. Spot and all the 
other dogs who were not busy, and that very night 
the crowd of us settled scores with Mr. Wolf and 
his wife. It was the morning after we’d done the 
work in good shape, that Mr. Rover mistook Miss 
Dido for a tramp dog. 

WHEN MR. ROVER MADE A MISTAKE. 

“Miss Spaniel seemed to think it was all very 
funny, and wrote two verses about it ; but Mr. 
Rover was terribly ashamed at having hurt Miss 
Dido’s feelings. You see, he went into the 
garden to bury a bone he had brought from Mr. 
Wolfs house, and there he saw a stranger. 


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UL Get out of here, you tramp ! ’ he cried with- 
out stopping to see who the stranger was, and the 
rest of the story had best be told in Miss Spaniel’s 
verses : 


“ I’m not a tramp, 

You impudent scamp ! 

I’m Miss Dido from over the wall. 



Miss Dido is Angry. 


I put on my bonnet 
With a feather upon it, 

And came over to pay you a call. 


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“ Since your bark is so rude, 

And I seem to intrude, 

I think I had better not stay. 

Bad manners you’re showing, 

So I must be going — 

Good day, Mr. Rover, good day.” 

“ I saw Mr. Rover just after Miss Dido went 
home as mad as a wet hen, and if ever there was 
an angry dog in this world, 
he was that one. It seemed 
as if he couldn’t stand still ; 
he got up on his hind legs 
and actually danced, while 
he howled until the house- 
maid came out to see what 
had happened. 

“ When old Grandfather 
Luck heard about it, he gave 
Mr. Rover quite a lecture 
on the sin and foolishness of 
allowing himself to get angry, and when he reads 
us dogs a lesson, we listen without so much as a 
whine, for he’s always in the right.” 

“ Who is Grandfather Luck? ” your Aunt Amy 
asked, not understanding what kind of an animal 
Mr. Towser was talking about. 



Mr. Rover Gives Way to 
Anger. 


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u He’s the biggest sort of a big dog, who lives 
down the road a mile or more. Yes, it’s a queer 
name, I’ll admit; but it isn’t any queerer than 
he is. 


OLD GRANDFATHER LUCK. 

“ If you like I’ll repeat some verses about him 
that Miss Spaniel wrote. I don’t want to do all 
the talking ; but it seems as if I couldn’t help it, 
I’m so eager for you to hear some other kind of 
poetry than what is written by that thievish old 
Crow.” 

As a matter of course, your Aunt Amy told Mr. 
Towser that she was well pleased to listen to him, 
as indeed she was, and he recited that which is 
set down here : 

An ugly old fellow was Luck, but good, 

And it really seemed that he understood 
Whatever was told him ; faithful and true 
You’d find him at all times, willing to do 

The best he knew how ; on errands he’d run 
In his clumsy fashion, and think it fun, 

And never once would he stop on the way, 

When sent for the paper, to rest or play. 


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One day on the street, a sight met his view 
That roused all his ire, and quite justly too ; 

A cross dog was biting a poodle so thin, 

That it seemed to be nothing but bones and skin. 



Grandfather Luck Interferes. 


It tossed and worried the poor little mite, 

Till Luck took a paw in the uneven fight ; 

The bad dog was conquered, home in a trice 
He sped with a howl — “ He’ll not try that twice,” 

Barked Luck — now would you believe it, next day 
The poor, abused poodle stood in the way 
With a bone to lay at the big dog’s feet, 

As if he considered it quite a treat. 


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If even a canine can thankful be, 

Right here is a lesson for you and me. 

Do unto others, as you’d have them do, 
And strive hard to give unto each his due. 



A Present for Grandfather Luck. 


“ Yes, Grandfather Luck is what you might call 
a model dog,” Mr. Towser said, as he came to an 
end of the verses. “ Sometimes I think it is easier 
for a big fellow to be good, than for a small one 
who can’t defend himself ; but of course that’s all 
wrong. Cruel boys will impose upon a little dog, 
when they wouldn’t dare to so much as wink at 

Mr. Luck ; but as a rule, your getting through this 
4 


50 Sowser Boq's ©tor?, 

world smoothly, depends pretty much upon how 
you behave. 

WHEN DANDY NEGLECTED HIS DUTY. 

“ Now I once knew a little toy dog who might 
have lived in comfort, with everything just to his 
liking, if he had only behaved himself ; but Mr. 
Man and his family were so kind to him that he 
began to think he was about the only dog in this 
world. 

“ His name was Dandy, and he lived on the 
next farm while he stayed in this neighborhood. 
The people there bought him, thinking, because 
he was so small, he’d be able to amuse the baby. 
Mr. Dandy wasn’t much bigger than one of my 
ears, and everybody made a great fuss over him, 
although I never could understand why, except it 
was on account of his size. 

“ Well, one day Mrs. Man brought Mr. Dandy 
into the room where the baby was playing on the 
floor, and left the two alone, expecting, of course, 
that the dog would know it was his business to 
amuse the child ; but instead of doing that, pert 
little Mr. Dandy thought he was the one who 
should be cared for. The first thing he did was 


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to pull the doll away from the baby, and then it 
came into his head that it would be great sport to 
tear the thing to pieces. 

“ He began shaking the doll, and growling as 
fiercely as if he had 
a rat between his 
teeth. At first the 
baby thought it was 
great sport ; but Mr. 

Dandy kicked up 
such a fuss at find- 
ing something small 
enough for him to 
handle as he pleased, 
that the child grew 
frightened, and then 
you may be sure there was trouble. 

“ The baby cried his loudest, and the more 
noise he made the wilder Mr. Dandy got, till by 
the time Mrs. Man came into the room it sounded 
very much as if the two were having a regular 
fight. Of course Mrs. Man wasn’t going to have 
a dog around who could do nothing but frighten 
the child, and she took the broom to Mr. Dandy 
in a way that he won’t forget as long as he lives 
in this world. 



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“ From that day, until Mr. Man gave him away, 
the toy dog wasn’t allowed to so much as look at 
the house. Every time the baby caught a glimpse 
of him he would cry as if in the greatest distress, 
and Mr. Rover and I shared our bed with the 
foolish fellow till he was taken away in a 
basket” 

“ It seems that you have known a good many 
foolish dogs in your day,” your Aunt Amy sug- 
gested, and Mr. Towser replied thoughtfully : 

u It does look that way, doesn’t it ? And yet 
when you come to think the matter over, I don’t 
believe there are as many foolish dogs as boys. 
Of course I only know those boys who live on 
this farm and the next ; but they do silly things 
sometimes, and their silliness is often mixed with 
cruelty. 

“ Now I think a boy is silly when he ill-treats 
an animal who can’t defend itself, for he proves 
to others that he hasn’t any idea of fair play. He 
is silly when he robs bird’s nests, for the eggs are 
of no good to him, while from them would have 
come more birds to help kill the flies and insects 
whicli destroy fruit ; a fellow who does such a 
thing shows that he hasn’t got good sense.” 

“ But all boys are not cruel,” your Aunt Amy 


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interrupted. “ I know of very, very many who 
are little gentlemen.” 

u And I know of very many dogs who are all 
they should be, although, like boys, some try 
harder than others to show good, sound common 
sense. Now there’s Mr. Fido Fog, who lives here ; 
he is foolish because he’s careless. If he would 
try to study out this thing or that, he wouldn’t 
give Mr. Man the chance to say he had a soft spot 
in his head.” 

WHEN MR FIFO LOST MR MAN’S 
FINNER 

“ What has he done that is so very foolish ? ” 
your Aunt Amy asked, hoping to hear another 
interesting story. 

“ Well, I suppose the most silly thing was when 
he lost Mr. Man’s dinner,” Mr. Towser said after 
a short pause. “ One day Mr. Fido was sent down 
to the meadow where the men were making hay, 
with the master’s dinner nicely wrapped up in a 
napkin, and he knew that he had no right to loiter 
on the way. Bat when he was crossing the brook 
he saw his own shadow in the water, and must 
needs stop to admire himself, for he has an idea 


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that he is the best looking dog in this neighbor- 
hood when, as a matter of fact, I can show him a 
dozen who have more beauty. 

“ Well, he stood on the bridge saying that a 
dog like him ought to live in a city, instead of 
wearing his life out on the farm, when, if he had 
only known it, dogs or boys are better off out here 
in the country than they ever could be where 
there is hardly a tree, and never a blade of grass 
to be seen. He kept on making such foolish talk 
to himself, till he forgot all about what he was 
carrying, and out of his mouth it dropped into 
the water. 

“ Now if it had been almost any other dog in 
such a scrape, he would have understood that he 
must get the dinner out before everything was 
soaked with water, and jumped right in after it ; 
but he stood there trying to think up some way 
to get it without wetting his feet, until the thought 
came to him that the bundle would drift down 
stream after a while. 

u So he ran to where the water was very shal- 
low, and waited. Mr. Man didn’t get any dinner 
that day, and when night came no one had seen 
anything of Mr. Fido, so everybody believed he 
had run away with the food. It wasn’t until the 



t — — J 

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next noon that the foolish dog showed himself, 
and then he carried down into the hay field the 
dirtiest kind of a napkin with a lot of mush 
inside. 

“ He had been forced to wet his feet after all 
that time of waiting, for it was necessary to go 
into the shallow water for the bundle of soaked 
food, and instead of being praised, as I suppose 
he thought was his due, Mr. Man gave him a 
severe flogging, which, as I look at it, was no more 
than he deserved. 

A VERY WISE DOG. 

“We once had a wise dog here,” Mr. Towser 
continued, shaking his head as if to give the words 
greater weight. “ He really wasn’t of any use 
whatever on a farm, and yet he had so much sense 
that he got the best of everything to eat, while 
Mr. Man himself thought he was a wonderful 
creature. 

“ You see he wasn’t big enough to herd sheep, 
drive cattle, or watch the buildings at night. 
What was better, he knew all that as well as we 
did, so he set about amounting to something, and 
learned to sit at the table, with a napkin under 


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his chin. If any one put a knife and fork between 
his toes, he would hold them there ; but when he 
wanted a mouthful of food, he had to put his 

nose in the plate as 
all of us dogs do. 

“ Whenever com- 
pany came to the 
farm, and Mrs. Man 
had nice things for 
dinner, this wise 
dog was taken to 
the table, and each 
one gave him some- 
thing just to see 
how well he would 
behave himself. 
The children want- 
ed to keep him 
eating all the time, 
and, as it was, he lived high until finally he got 
sick, and from that time wasn’t allowed anything 
but bread and milk.” 

“ Which shows he carried his wisdom to such a 
point that it really became folly,” your Aunt Amy 
suggested, and Mr. Towser said thoughtfully : 

“ Yes, I suppose that is what you might call it, 



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ftowser Slog's Storp. 57 

though I hadn’t looked at it before in quite that 
way.” 

w Why is it that dogs do not like cats ? ” your 
Aunt Amy asked when Mr. Towser came to a full 
pause, as if he had done with story-telling. 

“ We haven’t anything against those who be- 
have themselves,” Mr. Towser replied promptly. 
“ There are some cats who will curl their tails and 
stick up their backs whenever a dog comes in 
sight, and that is what no fellow will put up with. 
Then there are others, like the one Mr. Foolish 
Dog called on, who’ll scratch you, no matter how 
well you are behaving, so you feel obliged to give 
that kind such a lesson as they won’t forget. 

“ When a cat treats me decently, I do the same 
by her ; but I don’t propose to have any such 
animal insult me. I once knew a dog who used 
to dress up in his very best, and go out walking 
with a cat ; he even carried an umbrella when the 
sun shone too brightly, but that was going 
altogether too far, according to my way of 
thinking. 

“ I can tell you of a dog who knows as much as 
Mr. Man does. His name is Sadly, and he looks 
like the name all right. He hasn’t much of any 
body to talk about, being so thin you can almost 


58 ftowser S>oa'0 Storp* 

look through him, and his head is the biggest part 
of him. 



“ He lives with a Mr. Man whose name is Screw, 
and my master says it fits as well as does the 
dog’s. He never gave the animals on his farm' 
more than half enough to eat, and made them 
work twice as hard as was just or reasonable. 


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One night, when Mr. Sadly crept into the stable 
to sleep, Mr. Horse told him of the dreadful life 
he led with Mr. Screw for a master. He was 
forced to work all day in the hot sun, with never 
a moment for rest ; only half fed, and pounded 
and kicked when he lagged ever so little. 

44 4 It’s a shame,’ Mr. Sadly said, 4 and I think it 
would be a good idea to make him find out just 
how heavy the wagon is.’ 

44 4 How can you do that ? ’ Mr. Horse asked in 
surprise. 

44 4 To-morrow morning, when he lets you out 
for water, slip off down the road. Hide in the 
cedar grove, and leave the rest to me,’ Mr. Sadly 
said, speaking mournfully, for he always talked as 
sorrowfully as if he’d lost his last friend. 

44 Mr. Horse was willing to do whatever Mr. 
Sadly told him, and next morning he scurried 
down the road when Mr. Screw wasn’t looking. 

44 4 1 wonder where that miserable horse has 
gone ? ’ Mr. Screw said, when he had looked all 
around and couldn’t find him. 

44 4 He’s sick, and gone down the road to see if 
he can’t get some medicine,’ Mr. Sadly said. 
4 You’ve been working him too hard, and feeding 
him too easy. It wouldn’t surprise me if he died,’ 


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“ ‘ How do you know anything about it, you 
brute ? ’ Mr. Screw cried as he tried to kick Mr. 
Sadly, and came near tumbling into the watering 
trough. 

“ 1 1 saw him last night, and he was feeling 
badly then. Better take the wagon and go after 



Mr. Screw Learns how Much the Wagon Weighs. 


him, or you’ll have a dead horse on your hands,’ 
and Mr. Sadly got behind the barn-door rather 
than dodge another kick. 

u ‘Do you know where he is ? ’ Mr. Screw asked, 



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looking at the wagon as if wondering how much 
it weighed. 

‘“Yes, I can lead you right to the poor old 
fellow,’ Mr. Sadly replied quickly. 

“Well, otf they started, Mr. Sadly trotting on 
ahead, and Mr. Screw in the shafts, pulling as he 
never had before, while the sun beat down as if 
bent on melting both of them. 

“ ‘ Oh me, oh my, but it’s hot, and this wagon 
weighs about a ton ! ’ Mr. Screw groaned, and Mr. 
Sadly said with a grin : 

“ ‘ Perhaps now you can have some idea of how 
hard it is on Mr. Horse day after day, with only 
about half enough to eat.’ 

w Mr. Screw didn’t have anything to say, and 
when they came to the cedar grove Mr. Horse 
stepped out. 

“ ‘ Are you feeling better by this time ? ’ Mr. 
Screw asked, mild as a chicken, and Mr. Horse 
agreed that he felt well enough to go to work 
again. 

“ From that day, Mr. Rover says, old Mr. Screw 
has given the animals on his farm less work and 
more to put into their stomachs, so you see that 
one dog did a good deal of good.” 


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WHEN THE WOLF WANTED A 
PARTNER. 

“ And so it is with boys as well as dogs,” your 
Aunt Amy suggested. “ By trying to help each 
other we store up happiness for ourselves, and the 
world will be the better because of our having 
lived in it.” 

“ Yes, I suppose so,” Mr. Towser said, as if he 
did not fully understand. “ It doesn’t seem as if 
we could do very much toward bettering the 
world, while there are so many in it ready to do 
anything for the sake of getting all that can be 
had, as was Mr. Wolf when he wanted to go into 
partnership with Mr. Mastiff Dog.” 

“That is a story I have never heard,” your 
Aunt Amy said, and Mr. Towser appeared to be 
really pleased because of the opportunity to tell 
her something new. 

“ It’s a 4 once upon a time ’ story, but that doesn’t 
hurt it any,” he began with a grin. “ Mr. Mastiff 
lived in a big house where he had everything a 
dog could wish for, and all that Mr. Man asked 
of him was to take care of the place during the 
night. One evening, when he was walking around 
to make sure things were as they should be, Mr, 



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Wolf came sneaking up with his tail between his 
legs, and said as if he had a right to go where he 
pleased : 

44 4 Good evening, Mr. Mastiff, you are looking 
sleek and happy as if you had plenty to eat, and 
but little to do.’ 

44 4 That comes very near the fact,’ Mr. Mastiff 
said, short as pie-crust, for he didn’t have any love 
for tramps like Mr. Wolf. 

44 4 I’ve heard that you had to walk around this 
place all the night long,’ Mr. Wolf said, and Mr. 
Mastiff asked : 

44 4 Well, what if I do ? I can sleep from sun- 
rise to sunset if I please, therefore I get plenty of 
rest.’ 

44 4 Aren’t there times in the night when you 
feel as if you’d like to take a little nap ? ’ Mr. Wolf 
asked with a grin. 

44 4 Well, what if there should be? Mr. Mastiff 
growled, and Mr. Wolf said, soft as mush : 

44 4 1 was thinking that perhaps you might like 
to have a partner, and then you could do as you 
pleased, by night as well as day. Now I haven’t 
got any steady business, and if you say the word 
we’ll work in company. There is no fellow in 
the world who has a job so easy but what he’d be 


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glad to have it easier, and between the two of us, 
we can do the watching in such a way that it 
won’t be any more than play.’ 

44 Do you believe the housemaid would be will- 
ing to feed a wolf ? ’ Mr. Mastiff asked, as if he 
was really thinking of taking up with the offer. 

44 4 She needn’t trouble her head about me,’ Mr. 
Wolf said with a grin. 4 Give me the run of the 
place, and I’ll take care of myself.’ 

44 4 Which is the same as saying that you’ll steal 
all you need ! ’ and now Mr. Mastiff began to look 
angry. 

44 4 It won’t really be stealing if I do half the 
work,’ Mr. Wolf said as he backed off a little. 

4 You needn’t complain if a sheep is missing now 
and then, so long as you can take your ease at 
any time.’ 

44 4 Now look here, Mr. Wolf,’ and Mr. Mastiff 
showed his teeth. 4 1 am hired here to keep such 
as you at a proper distance, and if I should take 
you as a partner, it would not only be cheating 
Mr. Man, who believes I will do my duty ; but I 
should myself be turning thief, for he who winks 
at a wrong is as bad as he who commits it. You 
shall never have another chance to insult me.’ 

44 Then, before Mr. Wolf really knew what was 


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happening, Mr. Mastiff jumped upon him, and 
next morning the servants found a dead wolf in 
front of the gate. 

44 I’ve noticed that while one doesn’t always 
suffer at the time for doing wrong, the punishment 
comes sooner or later, and that much we can 
depend upon,” Mr. Towser spoke reflectively. 
44 Take the case of little Tommy Man, who lives 
in this very house. He was punished for his 
wrong-doing, though in a way he least expected.” 

WHEN TOMMY MAN WAS PUNISHED. 

44 How was that ? ” your Aunt Amy asked, and 
Mr. Towser replied : 

44 One day, not so very long ago, Tommy found 
poor little Jip Dog down in the grove, and, by 
promising to give him something very nice to eat, 
coaxed him up to the house. Then, when he had 
the little fellow where he couldn’t get away, 
Tommy tied a big, big can to his tail, and threw 
him out into the road. 

44 Of course Jip ran the best he knew how, and 
the thumping of the can on his sides and against 
the rocks, made him nearly frantic. It was a hot 
day; poor Jip’s tongue hung out of his mouth 

S 


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covered with froth, and all the people laughed, 
until some one discovered that the innocent dog 
had really been driven mad by Tommy’s cruelty. 

w Then everybody tried to kill him, and after a 
while they succeeded. Poor Jip was buried by 
his master, who loved him very dearly, and who 
wept over his mangled body ; but Tommy thought 
it was great sport, because anybody who would 
cry over a dog must be foolish, so he believed. 

“ That night when Tommy Man went to bed 
he couldn’t prevent himself from thinking of poor 
Jip, and when he fell asleep he dreamed that he 
stood at the end of a long street paved with 
cobble stones, wondering how far it was to the 
other end, when he heard a whirring sound, as of 
wings, behind him, and, looking around, he saw 
that which made his hair stand on end. 

“ There, in the air above him, with a ribbon 
around his neck, and a pair of big wings on his 
shoulders, was Jip Dog ; his eyes were big and 
staring, and his mouth was wide open. Tommy, 
terribly frightened, ran down the street, and as he 
did so he heard something clattering and banging 
on the stones behind him. 

“ Turning his head, he saw that he had a huge 
tin can tied to him, and although he knew very 


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well what it was, the thing frightened him ter- 
ribly. He thought he heard some one yell ‘ Mad 
boy!’ and a great crowd of people came after 
him with guns. 


Tommy Man’s Dream. 



“ 4 Help ! Somebody help me ! ’ he yelled, run- 
ning until it seemed as if it was no longer possible 
to fill his lungs with air, and then he awoke. Of 
course the dream didn’t really hurt him ; but since 
then I’ve noticed that Tommy is more kind to us 


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dogs. He has never stepped on my tail since, and 
Mr. Rover says he is becoming quite a little 
gentleman. 


THE INQUISITIVE CAT. 

“ I guess perhaps I’m talking too much/’ Mr. 
Towser suddenly said, rising to his feet as if to 
go ; “ but I would like to tell you a funny story 
about one of our cats, who got into trouble at 
Christmas time.” 

Your Aunt Amy told him she would be only 
too well contented to listen to any stories he was 
willing to tell, and he really seemed pleased by 
the words. 

“ Mr. Thomas is the most inquisitive cat on this 
farm,” he began. “ In every other way he is all a 
cat should be ; but it seems as if he must know 
everything that is going on, else his heart is 
broken. On the last Christmas eve he wandered 
into the dining- room, and saw a small box on the 
floor, the lid of which was fastened with a hook 
made of wire. 

“ 4 My, but that’s a funny looking box ! ’ he said 
as he walked around it two or three times. 


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‘Wonder what’s in it? I’ve been told not to 
touch things that don’t concern me ; but I’d cer- 
tainly like to know what it is ! Wonder if there’d 
be any harm in pushing that hook back just for a 
minute ? I really believe I shall die if I don’t see 
what’s inside.’ 

“ Of course, after all that, it was a sure thing 
he’d stick his nose in where it didn’t belong, and 
he began scratching at the wire. 

“ ‘ It must be a Christmas present for Tommy, 
or the baby, and if I see it first there can’t be any 
harm done.’ 

“ Then he contrived to push the hook, and fizz ! 
squeak ! slap ! bang ! up flew the cover, and out of 
the box came the worst looking fellow you ever 
saw. 

“ ‘ What do you mean, you villain ? ’ the horrible 
old fellow cried, and Mr. Thomas moaned, as he 
backed tremblingly into the fireplace : 

“ ‘ Oh, this is so sudden ! ’ 

“ ‘ I should say it was,’ the thing in the box 
shrieked. ‘I had just settled down for the night, 
hoping to have some rest before those children 
got hold of me to-morrow, and here you come 
meddling. Now we are in a pretty mess, for I 
can’t get inside without help,’ 


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44 4 What shall I do ? ’ Mr. Thomas asked in a 
tremulous voice. 

u 4 Put me back, of course, you stupid ! ’ 

44 4 But I can’t do it ! ’ Mr. Thomas wailed. 



44 4 That’s just it,’ the horrible old fellow cried 
in a rage. 4 You’re just as bad as a boy ! Why 
don’t you bear in mind that you can’t undo what’s 
been done, and look about you before meddling 
with what you don’t really understand \ 1 



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“ Mr. Thomas afterward told Mr. Rover that he 
didn’t stop to hear any more ; he was so frightened 
that he ran out of the room as fast as ever he 
could, and that dreadful thing in the box was still 
talking when he left. 

A LESSON ON GLUTTONY AND 
MEDDLING. 

“ Miss Spaniel has written some nonsense verses 
about the danger of meddling with what you don’t 
understand, and I believe it will do you good to 
hear them, even though they are ridiculous.” 

“ Oh, Clarence dear,” cried Mrs. Rat, 

“ What have you found to eat ? 

I’m sure it must be something nice, 

And know it must be sweet.” 

But Mr. Rat just gruffly said, 

“ You’re right, it can’t be beat,” 

And never offered Mrs. Rat 
A mouthful of the treat. 

He ate away the livelong day, 

And far into the night, 

His better half she wept and pleaded 
For just a little bite. 

But Mr. Rat ate on until 
The bag was empty quite. 


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Now comes the sequel, and I think 
It really serves him right. 



The next day he commenced to grow, 

And got both tall and fat. 

By noon he was the size of any ordinary cat. 

At dinner time poor Clarence lay 
Quite sick upon the mat, 

His size more like an elephant 
Than that of any rat. 

Now sweet, forgiving Mrs. Rat, 

So worried did she feel, 

She sought the paper bag from which 
He ate his hearty meal. 


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“ The Magic Fertilizer,” she 
Saw printed on the seal, 

And put her little brain to work 
With courage and with zeal. 

She found a bag of alum and 
A lot she did apply, 

And soon was well rewarded, for 
While watching, by and by 
She saw him shrink to normal size, 

And, with a little sigh, 

She gently murmured in his ear, 

“ I’m glad you didn’t die.” 

“ That poetry doesn’t please me as well as the 
other verses which you have recited,” your Aunt 
Amy said, and Mr. Towser replied quickly : 

“ I didn’t suppose they would ; but old Mr. 
Turtle claimed that Miss Spaniel couldn’t come up 
to that miserable Mr. Crow on writing nonsense 
verses, and so she did those to show how badly it 
was possible for her to do.” 

Mr. Towser ceased speaking very suddenly, for 
at that moment one of the servants came from the 
kitchen with a smoking hot, roasted turkey, on 
her way to the dining-room, and he said as he 
licked his chops greedily : 

“ I’d like to stay here with you ever so long ; 


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blit Sarah Jane has cooked Mr. Gobbler, and there 
will be lots of bones for the fellow who is in the 
kitchen when the plates are brought out.” 


“ What about all 
those stories o n 
gluttony which you 
have been telling 
me, Mr. Towser?” 
your Aunt Amy 
asked just a trifle 
sharply, and he re- 
plied sheepishly : 





“ Well, somehow 
I seem to forget 





turkey for dinner, because the bones are not so 
very large but that a fellow can chew up a good 
many in a few minutes, and if I’m not in the 
kitchen at the right time, Mr. Rover will get all 
that is to be given away.” 

Then, with a farewell wag of the tail, Mr. Tow- 
ser went toward the kitchen, and it seemed only 
natural that your Aunt Amy should go into the 
dining-room to get her share of the turkey. 


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